Page 34 of The Cocky Neighbor

His compliments had me puffing up and throwing away any thoughts of changing. "You're not so bad yourself," I said, my gaze roaming down his naked body.

I was so desperate to have his cock inside of me earlier that I never had time to appreciate his body. He was toned with a swimmer's body and a long, thin cock. It swayed and hit his thigh as he walked toward me.

I put my hands on his hips and leaned in for a kiss. He met me with a tender one that felt too intimate to be used for a hookup, but I didn't care. I was already staying after the deed, so I might as well indulge in his sweet kisses as well.

My growling stomach had Liam pulling away with a chuckle. I shot him an embarrassed smile. I usually filled myself on Caleb's desserts on game night, but I was too busy bickering with Liam all night to eat.

"Let's get you fed," Liam said, pressing one last kiss to my lips. He went around me and grabbed a random pair of sweats from his drawer and put them on—commando, I might add. He also threw on a t-shirt—which surprised me to learn that he even owned any.

I followed Liam to his kitchen area and watched as he grabbed items from his cabinets. "So did they make you learn how to cook at home? I figured you wouldn't have needed to lift a finger and have your staff do everything."

He turned to face me. "Normal person, remember?" he said, pointing to himself. "But, uh, I actually didn't learn how to cook until I moved away from the manor last year, so don't complain if my food isn't restaurant level."

"So youdidn'tneed to lift a finger at home," I said with a grin, and he rolled his eyes and turned around to continue filling up the pot with water. I watched as he moved around the kitchen. His actions were familiar, like he was used to cooking there. "Need any help?"

"Nah," he said as he took out a mason jar filled with something red. "You can go watch TV or something."

I stayed standing by the kitchen bar and continued watching him. "Is that homemademarinara sauce?"

He looked up from what he was doing, startled to still see me standing there. "Uh, yeah. I made a batch earlier this week. It's nice when I just wanna whip up something quick."

I whistled. "I was expecting you to heat up something you got from the market. I didn't know I was in for a home cooked meal."

He chuckled and grabbed a bag from the freezer. "If it helps, I bought the frozen meatballs."

"I guess no one is perfect," I teased as I walked around the bar to stand next to him by the stove. I took the wooden spoon he was using to stir the pasta from him and bumped his hip. "You prepare the sauce, and I'll watch the noodles."

He blankly stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "You don't have to help, you know?"

"I know, but it's watching pasta. It's not like I'm doing much. The flavor of the spaghetti depends entirely on you, chef." I bumped his hip again, and he laughed this time.

"Fine, as long as you know that this is still all me," he said, waving his hand over the food.

"Yes, sir."

We worked together to quickly prepare the meal, talking and laughing as we did. We went back to our discussion of art, and I found that he liked many of the same artists as I did.

The entire thing felt too domestic for it being just sex, but I was having fun talking and cooking with him. Once everything was served, we plated our meal and took it to the couch to eat.

Since we weren't at each other's throats for once, I learned more about him, like the fact that we both liked watching trashy reality TV shows.He put one on as we ate, and we both enjoyed making comments about their actions, even yelling at the TV when the virtual people were doing something stupid.

I was having so much fun, completely in the moment, that I didn't even know how I ended up snuggling with Liam behind me on the couch and his arm hung over my stomach. The food was consumed long ago, and the empty plates lay on the coffee table in front of us.

He had a large, deep couch that fit the two of us, despite us both being six foot. I was so comfortable that I just wanted to sink into the couch with him, but that prickle in the back of my head warned that this definitely wasn't "one night stand" behavior.

I ignored it and drifted into a deep sleep when Liam started playing with my hair. I continued to ignore it when we woke up in the middle of the night and moved to the bed. I was hard again as I breathed in his scent, wanting the second round he promised before I got out of there, but he pulled me into the nook of his arm and started rhythmically sliding his hand up and down my back, effectively lulling me back to sleep.

I blamed the entire thing on his magical hands that knew how to play my body like a fiddle.

TWENTY-THREE

ERIC

I thought things would be awkward the morning after, considering I wasn't supposed to spend the night, but Liam kissed me awake, leading us to start the morning with a quick fuck that left me too blissed out to care that this was entirely wrong. Ifthatwas how my morning started, I wasn’t going to complain.

Liam ordered me to use his shower, and I obeyed. He had omelets cooked and served, waiting on the kitchen bar when I came out. I'd planned on leaving after the shower, but who could say no to food?

That was how I ended up late to work. I had to rush home to change since I obviously couldn't show up at the hotel in my casual clothes. Liam arrived at the hotel first and was waiting in my office with a cocky smirk.

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